outside, the winds blow, blow, blow.
lo, the darkness, the darkness,
the cold freezes the heart,
the sacred heart, the venerated heart
of our Savior
"Jesus,
it's cold,"
say the brittle broken bums of the world,
"Can you spare a dime?"
but there will always be poor.
and it is best to render unto Caesar
as you would have him render unto you.
lo, the Golden Rule, the Golden Rule.
the winds, the winds, the winds blow, outside.